Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet,
performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal
about town, feminist, freewheeler, and
friend. One day, she is going to be an
ideas curator. Which basically
means, she will tell you
exactly what she thinks.
Until then, you’ll have
to read between
the lines.
snug as a bug in a
God damn my internet is slow today. This photo alone has taken so long to load, I’ve changed my mind three times about what I wanted to say and I’ve had to reduce the size of the file twice and possibly it’ll look really crappy and annoying. And now I don’t know which end is up.
Basically, it’s been 39 degrees today and I’ve done three bouts of public transport with many an armpit in my face (presumably why I don’t take public transport as a first preference in summer) which is making both me and my internet connection work about as happily as a striking postal worker. Watching Stacey/Laura cruise in the shimmery afternoon past made me remember even more potently why I prefer my bike.
So here tis.
A lady, with a great smile and a snowboarding helmet (I’m presuming) on, riding down the middle of Swanston St. Excuse the glare. Dammit she’d have been hot today, but come winter, who’d be laughing then. In addition to my motorcycle helmet envy, I also believe that snowboarding helmets have a considerably better range than bike helmets. That said, I suck at snow, so there’s little risk of my branching out come next ski season.
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